Cats are like Velociraptors
So I bagged work today... damn cats. They aren't even mine. I've been house-sitting for my friend Milo while he's been out of town this week. He has two cats: Solstice and Otis, and they are crafty. I drove out to his house in Mebane after taking the scenic route to drop Sarah off in Carrboro. I unlocked the front door, walked in, went up stairs for a few minutes, and came back downstairs to find the front door wide open. The cats had managed to open the door somehow... So I proceeded to spend the next half an hour walking around the subdivision in the middle of the night looking for a pair of cats crafty enough to manipulate a human doorknob. I eventually found them and hearded them back to the house, but it was a little past my bedtime when I finally returned to Chez Cline. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why I am a dog person.